All I want right now is a boy to rub my neck. I want his fingers right where I keep all my tension, at that nape. I want him to look at me with something like a mixture of love and curiosity. I need him to know me, to accept what I am even if it’s not a neatly wrapped package. Especially because it’s not.
I'm a writer and storyteller in Berkeley, CA. If you're wondering where that is, follow the smell of patchouli and skunkweed. There you'll find me with my kickass husband, gorgeous little boy, and manic Lab-Australian Shepherd mix pups. I'm represented by Miriam Altshuler of DeFiore & Co., but of course, my views are my own.